I have friends in spite of myself.
Of *course* there's a teepee in my parent's living room.
The trade-off for scorpions and centipedes.
At the closest restaurant to our new house. They specialize in live bait, uhauls, and computer repair. And tacos.
The only person in the house who is enjoying moving day:
Exploring the new house. There's a metal rack bolted INTO THE MICROWAVE. The fuck, y'all?
The house is older and needs a lot of work but I finally have a place to play "Horseshoes". Worth it.
Just did the final walkthrough on our new house. Hailey exploring the backyard:
The joy of tonsilitis.
It's not dinner without sweet, hot beaver sauce.
This? That's the look of unexpected monkeys:
There are monkeys. In the fucking *furniture* store.
The bearnaise sauce just came. Me: you can *really* taste the bear in this.
Granted, I don't know much about martinis but is it supposed to look like this?
Having a mild panic attack at the book store. Hiding under the table trying to breathe.
Marfa Prada store. An exercise in artistic taunting. #marfa
Bathroom grafitti has gotten edgier.
.@chookooloonks is "tired of this bullshit."
I'm at the meetup. @bossy just punched someone.
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